# Chapter 472: The Changing Sky (Part 2)
Gu Cang brought Xia Yuanba as they flew through the air, returning toward the Huangji Sacred Domain. Their speed was not fast, and along the way, there was an unusual silence between them. Xia Yuanba's face showed neither joy nor sorrow, his entire body remained motionless from start to finish, even his eyes did not shift at all, staring blankly ahead like a puppet without a soul.
Gu Cang kept turning his head to look at Xia Yuanba, sighing inwardly time and again. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Yuanba, you have done your best. Now that things have come to this, do not continue to grieve and blame yourself."
Xia Yuanba's expression was vacant, completely unresponsive.
"Alas," Gu Cang let out a long sigh, "I know you are fixated on avenging Yun Che. But you forcibly awakened the source force within your profound veins, causing an excessive burden on your not yet fully matured profound veins. For at least two years, you will not be able to use even a trace of profound power. During this time, you need to put aside distracting thoughts and focus on recuperation... Ye Xinghan is the Young Palace Master of the Sun Moon Divine Palace. Even setting aside the countless connections between the Huangji Sacred Domain and the Sun Moon Divine Palace, seeking revenge against him would be as difficult as ascending to heaven."
Xia Yuanba still showed no reaction.
Two years ago, at the Tian Jian Villa, when he thought Yun Che had died to save him, he had wailed bitterly, nearly suffering a mental breakdown. But this time, he shed not a single tear, nor did he have any excessive reaction. Even after an entire half day had passed, he had not spoken a single word, his calmness terrifying.
Then, he finally moved. He raised his hand and slowly pressed it against his own chest. His mouth emitted a hoarse and subdued voice: "Master, your disciple wishes to go into seclusion for three years."
"Three years of seclusion?" Gu Cang's expression showed surprise, but seeing where his hand was placed, his gaze flickered. He suddenly asked, "Could it be that something has changed in your profound veins?"
Xia Yuanba did not speak.
Gu Cang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Since this is your wish, as your master, I naturally will not oppose it. We will discuss everything when we return to the Sacred Domain."
Xia Yuanba had finally spoken, and Gu Cang's heart eased. His flying speed noticeably increased. Frankly, Gu Cang didn't know whether to worry or to be pleased. After reuniting with Yun Che, Xia Yuanba had displayed a completely different temperament, becoming unusually warm and passionate, which was entirely contrary to the Overlord Emperor's Heart. This had worried Gu Cang that Xia Yuanba's progress might stagnate or even regress.
Now, Yun Che had perished in the Primordial Mystic Ark, dealing Xia Yuanba a heavy blow and leaving him with deep-seated hatred. Under the influence of self-blame and hatred, vengeance had become his greatest desire... In Xia Yuanba, who could no longer use his profound power, Gu Cang clearly felt a hatred that even he found somewhat startling. This overwhelming hatred would fiercely drive him to frantically pursue enough power for revenge while making him increasingly cold and withdrawn.
All of this would strongly stimulate the growth of his Overlord Emperor's Heart and simultaneously accelerate the awakening of his Overlord Emperor Divine Meridian.
It was just that the fall of a genius whose future could not be measured filled one with deep regret.
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Cang Wanhe seemed to have lost all his strength at once. He slowly and weakly collapsed onto his dragon throne, his face deathly pale.
"Is this matter... confirmed to be true?" Cang Wanhe asked with a miserable expression.
"Yes... until the Primordial Mystic Ark disappeared, the Imperial Consort did not emerge. Later, the Phoenix God Sect also acknowledged externally that the Imperial Consort had perished inside while saving Princess Xue. Now, the seven nations should all be aware of this matter." Cang Wanhe's personal eunuch spoke with a mournful expression. He hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Your Majesty, please restrain your grief... There is one more matter that this servant... does not know whether to mention or not."
"Speak..."
"Yes... In the past half hour, the five nations of Canglan, Kuishui, Jialuo, Tianxiang, and Heisha have each sent transmissions, canceling the visits scheduled for yesterday." The eunuch glanced at Cang Wanhe's expression and quickly added, "But Your Majesty need not be angered. The Imperial Consort died saving Princess Xue, so the Shenhuang Empire will surely reward us handsomely. Perhaps even the Shenhuang Emperor himself will pay a personal visit."
Cang Wanhe let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and waved his hand: "You may withdraw. Let Us be alone for a while... Also, do not let Yue'er know of this matter... You may go."
Just as Cang Wanhe's voice faded, a clear thud came from outside the hall, followed by a palace maid's startled cry: "Ah... Princess Cang Yue! Someone come quickly, Princess Cang Yue has fainted..."
Cang Wanhe's heart jolted. He stood up abruptly and rushed out: "Yue'er!!"
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Before this year, no one would have imagined—not even Yun Che himself—that one person's life and death could shake an entire nation. Now, after the news of his fall in the Primordial Mystic Ark spread, the entire Cang Feng Kingdom was thrown into turmoil.
And it was an extremely violent turmoil... one that could determine the future of the Cang Feng Kingdom.
At the Tian Jian Villa.
Night had fallen. Ling Tianni floated above the Sword Control Platform, gazing up at the star-filled sky. Thousands of flying swords danced around him, yet none could approach within ten zhang of him.
Ling Yuefeng moved lightly to Ling Tianni's side and greeted him respectfully: "Father."
"Where has Jie'er gone?" Ling Tianni asked calmly, his voice carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude and loneliness.
"Jie'er is currently in the Shenhuang Empire. It will be some time before he returns." Ling Yuefeng answered. He looked intently at Ling Tianni's expression and said, "Father, do you have some important matter to entrust?"
"Alas..." Ling Tianni let out a long sigh. "The sky over the Cang Feng Kingdom is about to change completely."
Ling Yuefeng's heart pounded: "Father means...?"
"Prepare yourself in the coming days. When Jie'er returns, have Yufeng take him and Yun'er to the Tian Wei Sword Domain to stay for a few years. They should not return until they have cultivated the Tian Wei Absolute Sword to great perfection. During this time, our Tian Jian Villa will also temporarily close its gates." Ling Tianni's voice was heavy.
"Close the gates? Why must we close the gates?" Ling Yuefeng exclaimed in shock.
"Because we cannot stop this upheaval in the Cang Feng Kingdom, nor can we even interfere. All we can do is tend to our own affairs and protect ourselves." Ling Tianni sighed.
"This... What major event is about to occur? I beg Father to clarify." Ling Yuefeng's face was full of doubt and suspicion.
"Very soon, you will understand. After the gates are closed, no matter how the outside world turns upside down, pay it no heed. Do not receive any visitors. Especially members of the Cangfeng Imperial Clan and the Bing Yun Fairy Palace... if they come seeking help, you must absolutely not agree. Remember this well!"
Ling Yuefeng's face showed deep astonishment. Looking at Ling Tianni's solemn and deeply helpless expression, he could only slowly nod: "Yes."
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Another place, another space.
Yun Che, whom everyone believed to have perished in the Primordial Mystic Ark, was not dead... On the contrary, at this moment, he was clearer-headed than ever before.
The instant the Primordial Mystic Ark vanished above Shenhuang City, a ferocious spatial turbulence struck, making his body feel as if it were being stabbed and sliced by thousands of steel blades at once. Even he, with his extremely strong willpower, screamed in agony. Space was wildly shattering, twisting, and tearing, and so was his body. In an instant, his flesh was bloodied and mangled. The terrifying tearing force enveloping his entire body made him feel as if all his bones had been twisted and broken.
The approach of death had never felt so clear, but driven by the instinct to survive, Yun Che mustered all his profound power and will and activated the Cloud-Sealing Sun-Locking barrier.
Crack... crack... crack...
The powerful barrier erected by the Cloud-Sealing Sun-Locking granted Yun Che a respite, but the barrier was also severely twisting and breaking apart under the spatial turbulence, on the verge of complete collapse at any moment. Just then, Mo Li's voice, extremely grave, reached Yun Che's ears: "Listen carefully! The Primordial Mystic Ark is currently in a state of spatial traversal. No one knows how long this state will last—perhaps decades or even centuries. Throughout this process, the Primordial Mystic Ark will be filled with spatial turbulence at every moment. In this sustained spatial turbulence, even a high-level Emperor Lord would be unable to hold out for long and would be torn to ashes."
"But you still have a sliver of hope to survive! Because you possess the Dragon God's Body. Your flesh, especially your bones, will not be so easily destroyed. Most importantly, you have the Great Dao Pagoda Art! Though spatial turbulence is terrifying, the Heaven and Earth force contained within it is dozens of times denser than in ordinary environments! If you want to live, focus all your energy on operating the Great Dao Pagoda Art, absorb as much of the Heaven and Earth force from the spatial turbulence as possible to repair your body and restore your profound power!"
"If your rate of recovery can barely keep pace with or even exceed the extent of damage, then you can survive! This is your only hope!"
Mo Li's voice made Yun Che, who had been resigned to death, suddenly widen his eyes... The view before him was completely distorted. In the twisted space, his own blood and flesh drifted about. The will that had sunk revived fiercely under the desire to survive. He let out a low roar, gathered all his concentration, and furiously operated the Great Dao Pagoda Art.
Above Yun Che's head, a golden vortex appeared. It spun slowly at first, then faster and faster, and faster still, until finally a small, delicate golden pagoda shadow materialized clearly. Amidst the turbulent space, this golden pagoda shadow showed no sign of distortion.
The golden pagoda shadow spun slowly above Yun Che's head, rapidly absorbing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Qi... In the very first instant, Yun Che's eyes overflowed with surprise. Mo Li was absolutely correct: the Heaven and Earth force contained within the spatial turbulence was so dense it completely exceeded his imagination. Under the absorption of the Great Dao Pagoda Art, it surged into his body like a rushing river.
Instantly, the life force within Yun Che's body was as if fully ignited, transforming into a blazing prairie fire, rapidly repairing and healing his severe injuries at a rate visible to the naked eye. Yun Che's wounds were incredibly grave—there was scarcely a single intact spot on his entire body. But with the continuous operation of the Great Dao Pagoda Art, although his body suffered immense damage every single breath, it was also restored at an extremely fast pace... Gradually, ten breaths passed, a hundred breaths passed... half an hour passed... an hour passed... three hours passed... a day passed...
Yun Che's entire body was still drenched in blood, but it never worsened further. And Yun Che remained alive and conscious... In the Primordial Mystic Ark, where the Heaven and Earth force was astonishingly abundant, the incredible regenerative power brought by the Great Dao Pagoda Art roughly matched the damage inflicted by the spatial turbulence! This allowed him to survive for an entire day within the Primordial Mystic Ark filled with terrifying spatial turbulence!
And his body, over the course of this day, was damaged, repaired, damaged, repaired, damaged, repaired... the cycle repeated countless times. His profound power, in this process, was massively depleted to maintain his life force, then massively restored... In this terrifyingly high-frequency cycle of repetition, his body and his profound power were being tempered in an unimaginable way...